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By Star of David Date: 2018 May 23 Comment on this Work [[2018.05.23.09.29.8914]] |
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the one I steal from your hand just as you exhale looking at me, eyes heavy, still damp from a shower wet from your mouth and your fingers the best cigarette the last one before I leave as we try to pack all of us into those last minutes unvoiced panic frantic calm the best cigarette filled with longing filling this space in my chest when I am without you I needing to touch you I needing to know you are here the best cigarette one final drag I crave that last hit to see me through it looks like us and tastes like you |